I forgot to mention. Tat sneaked into the prison. He is smart enough. Both to get to me, and that I would have to share half my food with him. So I was half-starved in the time I was in there. Having no cloak, Tat still insisted on climbing up my arm, producing a whole series of scratches. It’s very hard to remove a weasel if he is determined on clinging onto your arm. I have the scars to prove it.